"Hello," came a raspy male voice, heavy with exhaustion, as if he hadn't rested well, his throat stuffed with cotton, "why didn't you tell me."
"What didn't I tell you about," Rong Yan pulled up a chair and glanced around at the gossip-hungry crowd before awkwardly making her way to a corner, "are you talking about the online stuff?"
Li Shengxiao had just finished a treatment session, drenched in sweat, his dark hair sticking to his forehead in clumps, his usually plump lips now pale as snow, but his eyes remained, as always, reserved and profound.
"Yeah, why didn't you tell me."
He had learned about it from Gu Ming, who had taken to the internet and seen the overwhelming discussions about her.
